Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.